He reached for his old burner phone. It still had 4% battery. Just enough for one last call.
Clayton didn't just disappear; he folded into the background. He was the man who held the elevator door but whose face you forgot by the second floor. He lived in , a ghost in a tailored suit. Download Plain Sight Clayton epub
One Tuesday, Clayton found a letter under his door. It wasn't addressed to him, but to the man he used to be—the one who knew the location of the . He had two choices: Keep his invisible life. Step back into the light and finish the war he started. He reached for his old burner phone